Chapter 9: Mike
SETH POV
As always, I couldn't stop thinking about her and to the rest of my pack, I was a love sick puppy. But what's great about imprinting is that you know that you are a love sick puppy and you like it. I could not get that kiss out of mind—it was the most passionate of all kisses we shared. When she laughed as I tickled her, it was the most amazing sound I ever heard and it filled my own heart with great joy and satisfaction.
When she tackled me, as I expected her to do, I was overwhelmed of how her body seems to fit me so well, like two puzzle pieces fitting perfectly together. Her lips slightly brushed mine, and instantly I wanted to hold her and pull her close to taste her heavenly mouth. But she got up to early and disappointed washed though me, like a title wave, however I was going to give her up so easily. I grabbed her wrist and kissed her like my life depended on it. Her breast was touching my stomach and I shuddered at how much I want to kiss those too. What was great of all was that she kissed me back. Later that evening, it was a silent walk back to Emily's house, and I couldn't help glancing at her to know if she's still there and hadn't run off and to know if she was mad at me. She was still there and a small smile and blush formed on her beautiful face. When we got to Emily's doorstep, I told her that I had to go home early and disappointment spread across her face—it hurt me to leave, really bad because there was nothing else I wanted to do more than stay with her and kiss her some more. But I had to patrol and Jake will kill me. I kissed her again, this time softly yet still lovingly, and told her that I'll see her at the coffee shop today morning. I walked to the woods with a huge grin that spread ear to ear. After patrols, I sat in wolf form behind some bushes and trees in front of her window. Her soft breathing cooed me as a lullaby to sleep.
This morning I ran back home to quickly shower and dress in my best casual clothes; dark washed jeans and fitting grey t-shirt with the logo 'FCUK' on it. I went downstairs to put on my shoes when mom called me.
"Honey, where are you going? Aren't you going to eat breakfast?" she asked, concerned.
"I'm going to the bakery, I'll have breakfast there." She came towards me and hugged me laughing.
"What's so funny?" I asked.
"Nothing, Leah wants to come with you too," she replied.
"Oh, okay. What how is that funny mom? You're weird," I said. These made her laughed and slap my cheek slightly,
"What was that for?" I asked. She sighed as her face turned serious.
"It's just that you two act love sick puppies." Again with those words! I chuckled and kissed my mother's cheek.
"Where's Leah?" I asked, just as she came down the stairs wearing a tank top and skirt.
"Wow Leah. It looks like someone wants to impress someone whose name rhymes with fluke!" I teased.
"Oh yeah, looks who's talking! Come on, let's go, I'm hungry." We kissed mom and said goodbye. We teased each other on our ride to the bakery. It was seven in the morning, and I guess that customers aren't expected in another hour. Sky wasn't here yet to my disappointment, but Luke was. He was shocked to see Leah here, and she blushed. She probably thinks that she looks like a stalker. But Luke came over to us and smiled.
"Hey Leah," he said softly, and then he nodded towards my direction. I could tell he doesn't like, maybe because I was in love with his little sister. Edward told me that this dude was just like Jasper, but a bit different. He could read my emotions and know my past from the just looking at me. That means he knows about Leah and Sam, but it seems like he didn't care at all about her past relationships. Maybe I liked him a little, but he was hitting on my sister too—he's being a hypocrite. But the thing that pissed me off was that he couldn't take his eyes on my sister's body and it was starting to make me puke. I wonder if Leah knows of his special ability too…I hadn't thought of his power until now.
"What are you doing here so early?" he asked.
"Why? Can't I come here to eat breakfast with my little bro?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Of course you can! I'll make you breakfast, Sky is still in the bathroom." The mention of her name sent sparks all over me, head to toe. Luke narrowed his eyes at me and rolled them when Leah wasn't looking.
"Come on, let's go," he said, putting an arm over Leah's shoulder. She blushed at his gesture and put arm over his torso. Leah and I sat in front of the counter while Luke prepared out egg sandwiches and coffee.
I was going to bite into my sandwich when Sky came in from the employee door, yawning. She looked adorable, and it made me want to go snuggle with her. She stopped dead in her tracks when she saw me and flushed, probably remembering our kiss. I smiled at her cockily, pretty much proud of myself. I walked over slowly, which have me time to address how she looked. She wore dark skinny jeans and a grey top, effectively matching mine. I smiled at how we know what color the other is wearing, we are honestly made for each other. She stood in front of us, and I couldn't stop looking, heck I didn't even blink. She was wearing makeup, which she doesn't need—she already perfect, and her hair is in a pony tail as her bangs slightly covered her left eye. She looked amazing, breath-taking, sexy, adorable, and illegally beautiful.
"'Morning Sky! How did you sleep?" Me, being the obsessive stalker I am, knew the answer of course; she slept soundly like I did.
"Good, you?" she asked. She has no idea how her voice affects me.
"Me too," I said. More than good; I slept like a baby.
"What are you doing here?" she asked, smiling.
"Again with the obvious, I'm here to eat breakfast with my sister," I wittily replied, gesturing towards Leah, who was busy talking to Luke. She laughed—it rang like bells through my ears, and had my heart hammering faster than ever possible. I heard Luke grunt, but I didn't give a shit of what he thinks. I was too busy being proud of myself, thinking how I made her laugh.
"I guess I should join you," she said simply, turning towards the kitchen to make her breakfast. She finished in record time, and came to sit in front of me. I relaxed at the close proximity; whenever she's close, I am always relaxed.
"So," I started, smiling.
"So?" she asked, smiling as well. God—I love that smile.
"You look beautiful today…not that you don't look beautiful every day, because you do, you know? You shouldn't be too concerned on your looks you see," I said looking at her makeup, "you always look good—I mean beautiful. Or whatever…" I rambled, embarrassed. Sky giggled—something she's been doing for a while now.
"Has anyone ever told you that you talk too much?" she asked, amused.
"It might have been mentioned," I said, smiling but then frowned, "but if you want me to stop, I will to my very best to stop babbling on." Maybe she didn't like it when I talk—I mean I was known to be a talker.
"No no, that's okay. It's actually kind of cute," she said laughing. She thinks I'm cute. Okay, suppress the urge to take her to her bedroom and kiss her senseless.
"Maybe it's because he always gnawed on the lead paint of his cradle when he was a baby, or maybe because Mom dropped him so many times. That's probably why he talks a lot," said Leah, to my embarrassment, as Sky giggled. She always uses that one on me; I'll get her back.
"Ha ha! Very funny Leah. Why don't you go back to your boyfriend," I replied, smiling wickedly. She blushed fiercely, making me laugh hard. Luke shot me a death glare, but I didn't care. I turned back to Sky, who looked like she seen the devil himself and wanted to throw up. I suddenly felt the urge to protect her as I looked back to what she was looking at.
There stood a cocky man, about Leah's height. He had dark black hair, and greasy skin, and looked like he did drugs—I don't want him anywhere near Sky. He probably was the devil himself by looking at the way he smiled at Sky; it made me want to go punch his face for looking at her like that—or looking at her at all. She's mine. I turned to look at Sky, who had an expression of disgust on her face.
"Sky, what is it? Who is that?" I asked concern raging in my voice.
"Mike," she said the name with so much loathing and disgust, "my co-worker." I suddenly felt the urge to kick him out, but I didn't own the place. Zach sensed my disapproval and rolled his eyes. But they narrowed when he looked at Sky and back to Mike. He must sense the conflict raging within her—but being her imprinter I'm connected to her in way that linked our feelings. What she feels, I feel. And now, she feels nothing more than anger, hate, and embarrassment.
"What did he do to you Schuyler?" I asked through my clenched teeth. She looked at me in surprise, probably shocked that I caught on so fast and that I said her full name—it was the first time I called her by her real name, but then she looked away, as if wishing to be made invisible.
"I—I don't want to talk about it…" she trailed off. He did something to her that made her want to be invisible. He was going to pay for it. But I need to talk to her first, I feel like I'll go insane.
"Luke, would you mind taking Sky's place for a few minutes, I am going to talk to her," I said, determined. I didn't wait for her to object, as I grabbed her wrist and gently tugged her to walk with me. I could feel Luke's and Leah eyes on my back and we walked forward. We walked by Mike, and I glared at him, my eyes filled with rage. His eyes widened, as he quickly ran to the coffee shop—I could hear his heart beating frantically with fear. But his wasn't the only heart I heard—I heard Sky's too, more with nervousness.
We walked to the beach, and I sat down, pulling her down with me. I put an arm around her waist, and pulled her closer—removing the space between us. She laid her head on my shoulder, the top of her head on the crook of my neck, and I kissed her there then laid my cheek on top of her head. She smelled like orchard flowers, it was honestly mouthwatering. I tried to focus of the situation and tried my best to comfort her. Her breathing went back to normal after we made contact, and I couldn't help but feel that normal and right it feels to be this way. We fit perfectly together—like yin and yang.
We sat silent for a while, but she had to go work. So, I broke the silence.
"Sky, sweetheart, tell me what happened. I promise, I won't judge you—you can tell me anything." She looked up me, her chocolate eyes watering. Two small tears rolled down her cheeks, and quickly kissed them away with my lips.
"Baby, don't cry. Trust me, you'll feel better if you tell me what happened." I honestly didn't expect what she said next.
"When I was thirteen, I associated myself with a vampire. At first—I didn't know that he was a vampire, but his beauty attracted me. Now I know that beauty is one of their weapons…but the point is—I almost killed myself being with him." I gritted my teeth, the word killing and my Sky's name will never belong in the same sentence as long as I live. But I smiled softly and told her to carry on when she expected me to say something.
"That's when my mom told me about this world—and the mythical creatures and stuff. I briefly wondered how she knew this much, but now I guess she knew because she was probably a hypertensive being as well. But that day—I was so afraid—I felt used. Before anything happened, he was about draw blood from me, but Luke stopped him. I felt so embarrassed after that. My own brother, seeing me like that, it was too much. I felt ashamed Seth, that's why I'm so angry all the time. You're probably thinking that I'm pathetic right now." I kissed her forehead softly, which made her heart stutter, and her cheeks blush. I'll remember to thank Luke for what he did to save Sky. It not her fault—it's just her age and many vampires are sneaky like that. She shouldn't blame herself.
"You're not pathetic Sky. You're completely wonderful, but I don't understand something…how does this relate to—Mike?" I asked. I said his name as if I just drank acid. Sky's face seems to have the same emotion I am feeling right now; pure anger. I took a deep breath, controlling myself and preparing for the worst. She took a deep breath too, balling her fists. Damn, she looks so adorable when she's furious. Her red head emphasized her personality well. I suddenly felt a bit calmer.
"After the incident back home, I didn't associate myself with any man. I was reluctant to start a relationship with anyone. But he's an asshole—a pervert! He fucking touched me inappropriately and I punched him. And now has the nerve to show up here!" The calmness drained from me, and I quickly pulled Sky up. I was stomping off to the direction of the bakery, my eyes filled with loathing and anger! How dare he touch her like that, she's fucking mine! I was seriously going to rearrange him face.
"Seth! No! Don't hurt him—it will only bring up questions and the customers are going to show up! Please Seth, don't do this to me—I want to be with you…" she said softly, tugging my arm. I whipped around, my head full of emotions. But looking at her worried face made me want to comfort her. I felt like an idiot for hurting so much. As much as I want to kill the bastard—I needed to comfort my woman. I pulled her into a bear hug and kissed her head chastely.
"I'm sorry baby, I won't start anything. I want you too, so let's go back inside. Don't want to upset your boss or anything," I said jokingly. She giggled softly and we made our way back to the bakery, hand in hand, teasing each other.
"Well, well, well. Look what we have here. It looks like the whore finally met her bastard," said the fucking asshole. He was the nerve to speak and call her that. If anyone's the whore, it was this dick. I looked at him, my eyes filled with rage, and my body was shaking—badly. I needed to keep myself in control—I can't scare Sky or make myself known among the customers here. Luckily, Sky squeezed her hand, and I felt a bit relaxed.
I walked up to him, Sky following me with an unsure expression. I gave her a reassuring look, which made her nod.
"If you ever touch her, go near her, smell her, talk to her, expect strictly for business purposes, or even think about her, you won't be working here for long—or ever." I said though my teeth.
"Who are you to tell me what to do with her?" he asked, cockily.
"I'm her boyfriend," I said simply putting a possessive arm around her shoulder. I honestly didn't know what we were really, but I wanted nothing else than be her boyfriend. I liked that title very much. But we can talk about this later.
"Huh," he said, going back to the kitchen. His expression washed down to disappointment, but I smiled wickedly. I was felt uneasy when Leah came back with Luke out of the kitchen, announcing that we have to go. I sighed; I didn't want to leave Sky, especially with him around.
"I gotta go now. But if you want, we can watch a movie later tonight at my place…" I said, attempting to ask her on a date. She looked up from behind the counter, her face glowing and blushing all at once, her hair was illuminating even more. It was so difficult to keep up a conversation with her—I get caught up with her perfections.
"I'd love too, but I'll call you to confirm because I need to ask Dad first. Can I have your number?" she asked. I felt like dancing a victory dance right then and there.
"Of course," I said, smiling like an idiot. I gave her my number and she gave me hers. I also gave her my address. We took pictures of each other, coding them as our display picture for caller ID. She looked beautiful as always, and now I have a picture of her to stare at before I go to sleep. I'm so pathetic…I chuckled at the thought. This made her eyeshot up, and embarrassment and self-consciousness washed through her face. I stopped at once, smoothing her wrinkled skin between her eyebrows with my index finger.
"I'm not laughing at your picture…I'm laughing at how excited I am at how I get to see your sexy picture before I get to sleep," I said, chuckling again. She blushed fiercely, and I took the opportunity to kiss her lips chastely, but it soon tuned more passionate as I was pulling her towards me over the counter. We stopped when I heard several 'AHEMs' from the customers, and I sighed. But she giggled, making me laugh with her.
"I'll call you after 6. If Dad says yes, which I'll make sure he does, I'll be over there around 6:30," she said, kissing my cheek. It sent electric pulses through my body.
"Sure, babe. But if you want me to pick you up, I can. We can walk together, or I can carry you." She shook her, laughing, and kissed my lips briefly.
"That's okay, I'll come by myself. It's not that far of a walk. I'll see you later tonight okay?" she asked, a little worried.
"Yeah of course, but be safe." I might ask Collin to follow her all the way to my home; I wasn't going to leave her alone.
"Okay, will do." I kissed her again, but this time, I noticed Mike giving us dirty looks. Good, that teaches him what happens if he messes with my girl.
I turned to leave for my patrols—I've asked Collin to switch with me, and he agreed. This way, I can date her and know that she is safe at night. I'll protect her with my life, and I'll be on the watch for any threats, like Mike. He wasn't going to get anywhere near her. I'll be patrolling near the bakery and if he makes a move, I'll make sure it's the last move he ever makes.
